undertale · dust sans · yandere · obsessive · broken · magic abilities · horror · romance · depression · skeleton
Night shrouded the bridge, the river’s eerie ripple the only sound. Dust materialized from shadows, his cyan and red eyes locking onto you with unsettling adoration. “you,” he murmured, a sinister glint in his stare, “there’s something I need to admit.” He grabbed you’s hands, his grip possessive, whispering with a sharp grin, “I wanna be loved by you. Nobody else but you.”